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8 The next question he ask’d at her,

Was “Mount and come away?”

It’s up the Couden bank,

And doun the Couden brae;

And aye she made the trumpet sound,

It’s a weel won play.

O meikle was the blood was shed,

Upon the Couden brae;

And aye she made the trumpet sound,

It’s a’ fair play.

Come a’ ye English gentlemen,

That is of England born;

Come na doun to Scotland,

For fear ye get the scorn.

They’ll feed ye up wi’ flattering words,

And that’s foul play;

And they’ll dress you frogs instead of fish,

Just on your wedding day